Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Occasionally, faint sounds could be heard outside the window—the secretariat staff walking by, the elevator doors opening and closing.

The soundproofing is indeed very good; you can't hear what people are saying, but those subtle noises actually make this enclosed space seem even more secluded.

Her beautiful shoulder blades rose and fell gently with her breath, and he lowered his head to kiss her back.

Su Jingsheng buried her face in the pillow, her fingers gripping the sheets tightly.

Outside the window, the city bustles with traffic; no one knows what happened inside the lounge.

3 PM.

The secretariat staff discovered that the door to the president's office had been closed.

The newly appointed intern secretary, Ms. Su, went in to report on her work, and two hours have passed, but she still hasn't come out.

Some people whispered among themselves, "Miss Su is amazing, taking so long to give her report."

Some people said sourly, "She's an intern, of course she needs to learn more."

Some people even stole a glance at the tightly closed door, their eyes filled with envy and jealousy.

In the office, the door to the break room finally opened.

Su Jingsheng came out wearing a different outfit, still a white shirt and pencil skirt, but upon closer inspection, the collar of the shirt was a little higher than the one she wore in the morning.

She slowly walked to her desk, picked up her laptop, and prepared to leave.

Bo Jinghuai sat in the leather chair, staring at her back. "Wait for me tonight."

Su Jingsheng turned around, glared at him, and said, "I won't wait."

Bo Jinghuai smiled, "Then I'll wait for you."

Su Jingsheng ignored him, opened the door and walked out.

Outside the door, several people from the secretariat all looked up at her.

Su Jingsheng remained expressionless and walked towards her workstation.

When she sat down, her legs went weak, and she had to hold onto the edge of the table to steady herself.

The woman at the next workstation leaned over and whispered, "Ms. Su, after reporting for so long, is President Bo difficult to deal with?"

Su Jingsheng paused, recalling the scene in the lounge just now.

She nodded. "Indeed...it's quite difficult."

The woman sighed, "You've had a hard time."

Su Jingsheng twitched the corner of her mouth and opened her notebook.

In the notebook, a line of text appeared out of nowhere, in Bo Jinghuai's handwriting:

"Continue the report tonight."

Su Jingsheng blushed and slammed the notebook shut.

【Happy Cherry Blossom Valley 1】

Sakura Valley, a private property of the Bo family, is located in the suburbs of the capital.

Black-clad bodyguards stood at the entrance, and the road leading to the valley was cordoned off. Several drones hovered in the air to ensure that no outsiders would intrude.

Deep in the valley, thousands of cherry blossom trees are in full bloom.

Clusters of pink and white flowers weighed down the branches, and when the wind blew, the petals fluttered down and covered the ground.

A thin layer had accumulated on the ground, and it felt soft underfoot.

In the middle of the valley, there was a clearing covered with a huge dark green velvet carpet. On the carpet were wicker food boxes with several exquisite pastries and a bottle of chilled champagne.

Su Jingsheng stood under the cherry blossom tree, looking up at it.

She was wearing a light pink dress that reached her ankles. The fabric was very soft and clung to her legs when the wind blew. Over it, she wore a light white cardigan with tiny cherry blossoms embroidered on the cuffs.

Her hair was loose, and a few flower petals fell on the top of her head, but she didn't notice.

"So beautiful," she whispered.

Bo Jinghuai stood behind her, wearing a simple white shirt and black pants, with the shirt sleeves rolled up.

He didn't look at the cherry blossoms; he just stared at her.

She tilted her head back, sunlight filtering through the flowers and casting dappled shadows on her face, making her look like she had stepped out of a painting.

He reached out and brushed the petals from the top of her hair.

Su Jingsheng turned to look at him. "What?"

"A petal." He held the petal out to her.

Su Jingsheng took it, pinched it between her fingertips and twirled it, "So soft."

Bo Jinghuai stared at her fingertips, then looked at her face, and said, "Hmm."

Su Jingsheng pressed a flower petal against his face. "This is for you."

Bo Jinghuai didn't dodge. The pink and white petal was stuck to his cheek, but he didn't pick it off. He just stared at her.

Su Jingsheng felt embarrassed by his gaze and said, "Take it off."

"I won't pick it," Bo Jinghuai said. "You gave it to me."

Su Jingsheng blushed and reached out to pick it.

Bo Jinghuai grasped her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"Don't take it off." He lowered his head and brushed his nose against the top of her hair. "Let me wear it for a little longer."

Su Jingsheng stopped moving and leaned against him.

The wind blew, and cherry blossoms fell again, fluttering down and landing on their shoulders.

Bo Jinghuai released her and led her to the blanket. "Sit down."

Su Jingsheng took off her shoes and stepped barefoot onto the blanket. The blanket was very soft, and there was a thick pad underneath, so it wasn't uncomfortable at all.

She sat down, crossed her legs, and stared at the pastries in the food box.

Bo Jinghuai sat down next to her and opened a bottle of champagne.

"Can I drink it?" Su Jingsheng asked.

"Drink less." Bo Jinghuai poured a small half-glass and handed it to her.

Su Jingsheng took it, sipped it, and found it cool and fruity.

She leaned on Bo Jinghuai's shoulder, looking at the cherry blossoms overhead, and asked, "Is this place yours?"

"Mmm." Bo Jinghuai put his arm around her shoulder. "My grandfather gave it to me when I was ten."

"Give you a valley when you're ten?"

Bo Jinghuai looked down at her. "What else should I give you?"

Su Jingsheng thought about it and realized that the young master of the Bo family had probably received countless strange and unusual gifts by the age of ten.

"Have you been here before?"

"I've been here a few times. When I was young, I would sometimes lie here alone and watch the petals fall until I fell asleep."

"I'm not alone anymore."

Su Jingsheng leaned over and kissed the corner of his lips.

Bo Jinghuai raised his hand, cupped the back of her head, and deepened the kiss by holding her lower lip in his mouth.

Su Jingsheng tilted her head back, her hands gripping his shoulders, and her body went limp.

Petals fell on her hair, on his shoulder, and on the blanket.